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red pen delight (03/06/2018)
raise your hand if you believe music's magic
incantations in cheer and tragic
fluent language for our condition
feverbrush hexes: our own volition
raise your hand if you've lived possessed
malcontent and vinyl-dressed
tearing off that studded vest
droned down these fetted frequencies
lyrically stripped to skins
sandblasted by indecencies:
as if the songwriter was calling your name
...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:34 pm
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